my only friend.... |
Darkness once was my only friend,
the comfort I always seeked.
and now i sit here wanting an end,
to all the depression in me.
I walk with you hand in hand,
the image of one called love.
And yet I s...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Sep 2008 05:58:00 GMT |
comforting blackness |
I am surrounded by strange voices,
yet the faces seem familiar to my mind.
My soul cries out for the comfort once felt,
of the sharpness of my little knife.
Sitting here alone; in the corner,...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Sep 2008 05:00:00 GMT |
